Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Blackmail!

Pay me a hundred dollars not to illustrate the recent Charles Wright title, "Sunlight Bets on the Come." Come on, you can afford it. The alternative is bleak: I will shoot the sunny ejaculate of my art into your eyes, blinding you to better suns forever. So cough it up, elitist hogs, and with the proceeds I will purchase some of this Kollij you all seem to be so fond of!

2 comments:

Whimsy said...

Anything you do will be an improvement on this tedious knockoff of a poem. Shoot your sunny ejaculates, O Muse, and then demand they print your artwork next time.

Tricia said...

I am not here to judge, of course, but a man who acknowledges the mysterious allure of deer asses in his verse is no enemy of mine.